The Joy of Blackmail

Jack's mind was already gone the second Mia walked in. Blonde hair, huge tits pushing against her shirt, that massive ass swaying like it owned the room. She smiled like she knew every filthy secret he had buried. She told him she liked taking pictures around the neighborhood. Drone shots. Real clear. Then she held up her phone and his backyard filled the screen—him on his knees in the dirt, dressed like a sissy, getting ordered around by a dominatrix. Mia said she was going to send it straight to his wife. "Or," she said, "we do things the easy way." Her sneaker came up fast, right under his nose. "Worship it." He dropped without a fight. She peeled the shoe off, shoved her bare foot against his face, and watched him breathe it in like a junkie. She laughed when his eyes rolled back. "Knew you'd be into this the second I saw those pictures." Her pants hit the floor. That thick, round ass came swinging toward him, skin hot, smell thick. "Get in there," she ordered, and he buried his face between her cheeks, inhaling her asshole like it was oxygen. She spread wider. "Kiss it." His lips went frantic—wet, desperate—then his tongue followed, licking her clean while she rocked back against his mouth. Next she shoved him flat on the floor and dropped that heavy ass straight onto his face. Deep. No mercy. His whole head disappeared under her. She bounced slow, grinding down until every breath came filtered through her skin. "You're mine now," she told him, listing the errands, the chores, the ways he'd serve. Jack kept licking. He already knew she had him. New life. Same craving. Just one owner—Goddess Mia.